Gum speckled stains on slabs of sidewalk
As I saunter and stumble back to my base.
Drunkenness negates loudness, negates culture, negates art, negates a sense of self…
And I can’t seem to find my dreams-
The ones I thought had grown
Deep roots in solid concrete.
Think they’ve been lost within
The cacophonous sounds of sirens,
The smell of urine,
And dark alley ways of self doubt and indecision.
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to see
A reflection of belonging in this bay,
Or if I’ll ... read more

I cannot make you my world
But you can be my muse
My fingers can wear you like a glove
And my skin can be your canvas
Beautiful designs etched into my flesh
Lines of red, abstract shapes of purple, black and blue
And our bodies can be a stage
For dancing hands
Wandering mouths
Sighs and moans like arias
And an energetic fireworks display
Of physical friction
And fabulous fucking…

There is nothing like praying naked.
Nothing like feeling the morning sun
Glow on your bare flesh
As you give thanks for all that you have.
There is nothing like feeling
The smoke of sweetgrass
Rise, swirl, dance, and spiral around your body
As your hand taps out the rhythm of your heart.
Nothing like naked a cappella vibrations
And bare words reverberating off of untainted lips
And feeling your bare chest become one
With the Earths dry clay.
Nothing like honoring the universe
Ar... read more

With my bow and arrow in my mind,
I walk my path, protected by the Divine.
I hunt my dreams and connect with the earth,
I know I have been complete and strong since my birth.
Artemis, you are in me with ever breath I take.
Artemis, I feel you in every decision that I make.
Help me to stand in my power
And guide me on my way,
Goddess of the moon and the hunt
It is to you that I pray…

Thoughts of you linger
Behind my solar plexus.
The mustard colored memories
Sting like pins pricked
Into my rib cage.
Bitterness and sadness
Form cancerous lumps
In my lungs
Making it hard to breathe.
I wish some of this,
Any part of this
Would make sense.
But I’m so tired
Of waiting for you
That the bags
Under my eyes
Feel as though
They hang down
To my knees-
My knees
Which are so tired
Of chasing you around
Continually collapse
Underneath me
And I fall…
And I fell-... read more

Baby listen, can you hear the trains?
I can sense the trainwreck coming
From miles away-
Feel the vibrations of chaos
Tremble the ground.
The screeching thrill and the sparks
Are my drug of choice-
Addicted to the sight of mangled limbs
And the messes that I could clean up.
I ignore the bright flashing red lights
And I sacrifice myself
For even a glimpse of the wreckage
Or a taste of divine disaster.
I can see the trainwreck coming
In the deceptive sparkle in their eyes
And in ... read more

Why don’t girls stand up straight
With shoulders back and bellies out?
Instead,
They softly tread around
With slouched shoulders
Afraid to be seen
Or take up space.
Perhaps it’s because
They carry the weight of the world
In their developing breasts
And their cells
Subconsciously know the strife
That their ancestors bore.
So stand up straight girls,
For life’s divine lineage
Flows through you
And be proud,
For you carry the mystery
Of the moon in your womb…

My fingers danced their way out of purgatory
As my skeleton came parading out of the closet.
Fingers against antique smooth black and white keys
Pressed harder, striking strings,
Breath gently caressing vocal folds.
Singing songs about places I've never been...
If I could have played that chorus
Forever, I would have
So as to not face the ghost
That wandered in behind me.
But I knew the mirage of you
Would one day reappear in my reflection.
But now, after silent moons have passed-... read more

I’ve got a secret.
And that secret is:
I miss you.
I wasn’t sure I ever would.
Admitting this simple fact
Creates a lump in my throat
And makes my lips and my toes
Curl with apprehension.
But I don’t miss you
In a conventional way-
The star-crossed way
That Juliet misses her Romeo
In the false promise of the after life.
But I miss you the way
A branch misses
It’s most cherished leaf
That fell privy to gravities pull
During the change of seasons-
A sense of natural relief...
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The problem is...
Is that you crawled deep under my skin-
Surreptitiously seeped into my pores,
Insidiously infected my blood,
Surged through my veins.
And now…
You are the deplorable disease that I cannot kick.
I have no immunity against you-
And no matter how hard
I try to wish you away
Or cleanse myself of you-
You are still there.
In every brain cell,
In every hair follicle,
And every taste bud.
So now…
All I can do
Is pray for my relief
And let time
Serve as the vaccin... read more